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Author's Note: I know this came out really fast, but I had an idea and I wanted to get it out now. I hope this one has more action than the last one did. In fact, I'm pretty certain it does. Enjoy!
Searching all day in the woods and questioning nearly every person in town seemed to have done no good. The Winchester siblings were no closer to finding the wolf that they believed to be Michael than they were before they began their arduous search.
The man in white had not given them a time limit for their task, but Lucy was beginning to suspect that they did not have all the time in the world. With each passing hour, she felt her spirit become more and more detached from the earth. It was as if many tiny hands were pulling her away from her brothers.
Of course, Lucy didn't tell any of this to Sam and Dean. It was the Winchester way to keep things to ones self. No need to unnecessarily alarm them. The day had passed and Sam and Dean were exhausted from their search. They slept restlessly in their motel beds while Lucy watched over them. All of a sudden, she felt an increasingly familiar presence behind her.
"Why are they asleep?" the man questioned. "They should be hunting. They are of no use if they stop." On instinct, Lucy was about to shush him so as not to wake Sam and Dean when she suddenly realized that they were no longer moving around in their sleep as they had been moments before.
"What did you do to them?" she said angrily.
"Nothing permanent. They are in deep sleeps and should awaken in the next twelve hours. If they can't be trusted to keep up the search, then we don't need them. It's up to you now, Lucy."
"I can't do it on my own! I can't hold a weapon to kill it!"
"Who said anything about needing a weapon to kill it?"
"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?" Lucy shouted. "YOU'RE INSANE!"
"No need to shout."
"I am so fed up with you, you stupid bastard," Lucy said hotly. She lunged at him, not caring if she went straight through. She found that she didn't. She rolled on the ground and punched the man in white for all that it was worth. She got in a fair amount of blows to his face and torso before she had a face full of cheap motel carpet. He had materialized on his feet next to her with no marks anywhere on him.
"That wasn't very nice, Lucy."
"How come I can touch you?" she asked, no longer angry, but curious.
"Because we are essentially the same."
"Great," Lucy said, disgusted, picking herself up off the floor. She really, really didn't like this guy. "I'm gonna be straight with you. I don't have much time here, do I?"
"I was wondering when you were going to figure that out."
"How come you didn't give us a time limit?"
"I didn't think you'd need it. You three are supposed to be fantastic hunters, right?" the man in white said with a hint of sarcasm. "I figured you would have caught Michael and destroyed him by now."
"Why are you even here?" Lucy asked,
"To get you moving." With that, he placed his hand on her shoulder and she suddenly found herself standing in the middle of a dark forest. The siblings had been through much of the forest during the day, but at night, she couldn't tell if they had been there before or not. When she whirled around, she found that the man in white had disappeared once again.
"DAMMIT!" she cried. She now realized how much she depended on her brothers when they were hunting. Lucy really didn't think she could do this on her own. Then she heard a noise that, if she could shiver, would make goose bumps rise on her skin. There was a ferocious growl from behind her and she turned slowly to face a massive black wolf. Saliva dripped from its fangs and its eyes shone bright red.
Lucy was about to scream and/or run, when she realized that the beast couldn't hurt her. It would just go right through her. This fact didn't calm her nerves, however. She abruptly found herself flat on her back, with the black beast directly on top of her. She realized that she could feel the pain of the claws in her shoulders and legs. She finally found her voice and let out a horrific scream.
Back at the Lemon Grove Motel, the eyes of Sam and Dean popped open. It had not yet been twelve hours, but, somehow, they had heard the screams of their baby sister. In a split second, they were out the door.